Raising Octopus Juvenile

Cecil did not sleep well.

At first she was just having an ordinary dream. In the dream, she and Xiaoyi showed their skills and frightened Lena to cry.

Later, Lena's figure suddenly became distorted and blurred, and Xiao Yi's body continued to swell, gradually turning into a mass of **** flesh, and the blood-stained flesh fragments fell from the flesh one after another, exuding rot. Pungent smell.

This period is comparable to mental pollution. Even in his sleep, he can feel obvious discomfort. Cecil frowned and woke up anxiously.

The room was so dark that there was almost no light in sight. Under the high ceiling, the straight bedposts are faintly visible in the dark, and the girl who sticks to the bed like a loyal guard makes people feel a little at ease. Cecil lay relaxed on the bed, looking at the familiar scene, and the heart rate that had been accelerated by the nightmare gradually calmed down.

How could you have such a dream? It was disgusting anyway.

She couldn't figure it out and couldn't help but recall the details of the nightmare. The strange thing is that the dream just now was so real and disgusting, every picture seemed extremely clear, but when she went back to think about it, she couldn't remember the details of the dream. The only thing she could remember was " This is a nightmare"—this kind of information is just that.

This situation is the same as last time. Is this also a sequelae of synesthesia?

Cecil rubbed his temples and was no longer in the mood to sleep. She sat up and was about to light the candle light by the bed, suddenly stopped her movements, and then sat up slowly.

I seem to have heard some strange movement just now.

She tilted her ears, held her breath, and listened carefully to the sounds outside.

Across the concealed window in the room, a wet, faint rubbing sound was coming from the direction of the rose garden, little by little, seemingly. Cecil could not describe what sound it was, but it was certain that it was definitely not a sound that humans could make.

After thinking about it again and again, Cecil decided to take a look.

She is not a nosy person, but that is her beloved rose garden after all, and she doesn't want strange things to ruin those blooming roses. What's more, she can't sleep anymore. Instead of lying in bed like this, she might as well go out and check it out.

Making up his mind, Cecil got off the bed lightly, put on a thin coat and walked out of the room.

Winding all the way along the corridor, she quickly came to the silent rose garden. The rose garden at night looked colder and quieter than during the day. A cool evening breeze passed by, Cecil couldn't help but shrank his shoulders and embraced his slender arms.

From the depths of the garden, there was a sticky and wet movement again, like a long breath of life. The voice was not pleasant to the ears, even rough and weird, but in Cecil's ears, there was a faint joy.

The guy hiding inside seemed very happy.

Cecil thought this way, and continued to walk slowly in the direction of the sound. It wasn't until the roses in front of her were so overwhelming that she almost obscured her vision, she stopped, cautiously poking out half of her head forward.

Standing in this position, the sound heard is the clearest. At this time, the breathing-like frequency has disappeared and turned into a cat-like grunting sound.

Is it a cat that caused the strange movement?

Cecil's mood became excited in an instant. The anticipation of the cat defeated the fear of the unknown, she pushed aside the intricate vines, and slowly looked forward—

A young man with a strange face was standing in the quiet rose bushes.

Cecil was stunned for a moment.

Not a cat?

As if sensing her gaze, the young man in the rose suddenly raised his eyes and looked in her direction, revealing a face that was so beautiful that it did not look like a human.

Under the silver moonlight, his complexion was pale, and his blue blood vessels spread freely under his thin skin like thorns.

The black hair is curled up, the bridge of the nose is beautiful, and the cat-like eyes are as deep green as emeralds, gleaming with dim light in the dark night. The evening breeze was blowing, and he stood there quietly, with faint dark shadows slowly creeping around his feet.

He was wearing a servant costume unique to Levitt Manor, but it was strange that Cecil had never seen this young man in the manor.

Is it a new servant? But he seems to be a far cry from the existence of a servant.

Cecil looked at him curiously, and he stared at Cecil without blinking. The fact that the enemy didn't move and I didn't move made Cecil think of a cat hiding in the dark and observing humans.

Cats have unlimited patience with their prey, but Cecil does not. So she decided to speak first, to test the youth's details.

"Who are you?"

This problem seems to have stumped the other party. The young man with black hair and green eyes opened his eyes slightly because of Cecil's question, and his delicate face showed a baby-like innocence and dazedness.

"who am I…?"

He slowly uttered jerky syllables, repeated Cecil's question, and then fell into deep confusion.

Cecil looked at his every move calmly. This should be a very simple question for ordinary people, but he showed a troubled and confused expression, as if he really didn't know anything about it. In addition, the way he speaks is also very strange, not so much as a teenager, but more like a newborn child who has not yet learned pronunciation.

This is not the reaction of a normal person, but it does not prevent Cecil from thinking he is a little cute.

The teenager is still thinking hard. It seemed that after a long time, he finally tilted his head slowly and said in a slightly smoother tone: "I...I am...Lanny."

Cecil: "..."

Turns out to be a little liar, but suddenly he is not cute.

Although she has never spoken to the Lord, she also knows that Lannie is the middle-aged and tired-faced gardener in the Rose Garden, and definitely not the beautiful black-haired boy in front of her. At this time, the teenager was wearing the same clothes as Lanny and staying where Lanny worked. If they were just coincidentally with the same name, it would be hard to convince.

What's more-Cecil moved his eyes slightly, and the afterlight gently swept across the cluster of branches and leaves near the boy's feet.

There was a pair of old round-frame glasses lying there, the glasses crooked horizontally in the grass, apparently falling down accidentally.

Of course, it doesn't matter how it fell there, what matters is that there is a dark red blood stain on the edge of the lens.

Cecil remembered very clearly that they were Lanney's glasses.

Seeming to understand something, she turned her gaze back to the young man in the night. The other party calmly faced her gaze, with an innocent and pure expression, purer than moonlight.

Incredible.

The real Lanny probably disappeared, but Cecil couldn't feel any fear. On the contrary, because of the appearance of this young man, her heart was filled with excitement and anticipation. She knew that this was her curiosity at work.

—Then keep him.

She heard a small voice from the bottom of her heart.

—No, this guy is weird. The servant who disappeared now, maybe you will disappear next.

Another more sensible voice retorted immediately.

—But he looks very interesting.

Hearing the word "interesting", Cecil's balance gradually tilted.

She cherishes her life very much, because it is very fragile and will die at any time because of the world's decision. But she is still curious about all the interesting unknowns, this is the nature that flows in her blood, and it is something she is born with indelible.

And she never wanted to suppress her own nature in the past, because she was willing and untiring to chase the unknown.

So she actually made the decision long ago.

The young man named Lanni still stared at her quietly, with a shallow gloom flowing in his green eyes. Cecil smiled at him, his eyes gentle and friendly.

"Hello, Lannie," she said.

Cecil accepted the new Lanney.

They stood in the rose garden for a long time, and when the evening breeze blew, Cecil couldn't help but sneezed a little. Lanney cast his gaze at her immediately, the emerald green eyes gleaming in the dark, like a curious cat.

Cecil sucked his red nose and waved to him gently: "Come here, you will catch a cold when you stand down. I'll find a room for you to live in first."

I can't let Lanny stay in the Rose Garden all the time. There is no place to sleep. Putting it in her past world will be accused of abusing child labor.

But he seems to have been out of the scope of child labor, and he should look a bit older than her?

Cecil couldn't help thinking about this question, and in a blink of an eye, Lenny had come to her.

"Secile." He blinked, and the syllables he uttered were much smoother than before.

His voice is also very nice, with a hint of sweetness in the clearness, and when he whispers slowly like this, there is a feeling of intimacy between lovers.

Cecil was a little surprised: "Do you know my name?"

Lanny nodded slightly: "Yeah."

It was beyond her expectation. But on second thought, he could impersonate the gardener in the mansion, and it is not surprising that he would know her name.

However, the servants generally called her "Miss", and he called her by her name directly, indicating that he did not understand the situation of Levitt's family. So what is his purpose of impersonating a servant?

Cecil became more and more curious about him.

The silver moon shed a faint brilliance, illuminating the pure white roses in the entire garden. Cecil led Lanney out of the rose garden, through the dark promenade, and with reluctant memory, they entered an empty room.

Cecil lit the lamp and glanced around. Although the furnishings in the room are very simple, they have everything needed for daily use, and they don't look simple at all. This room was originally used to entertain guests, but the most indispensable thing in the mansion is the room. This room was left unused because of its remote location.

"You can sleep here tonight, and tomorrow I will ask the butler how to arrange you." Cecil pointed to the soft and clean bed by the wall and said to Lanny.

Lanny did not respond to her, but looked around and sniffed like a newborn animal. Cecil watched him stretch out his pale and delicate hand on the bed and slowly touched it tentatively, and couldn't help but smile.

What's the matter with this guy, haven't you even seen the bed?

Her laughter was soft and soft, and the end sound fell into Lanny's ears lightly like a mist. The teenager with his back to her stopped touching and suddenly turned to look at her.

He looks especially good when standing in the light like this. The soft light modified his too snow-white complexion, adding a warm glow to him. But even so, there was still a strong, dark and gloomy aura on his body, which entangled him like a lingering shadow.

Cecil: "What's wrong?"

"Cecile..." Lanny looked at her straightforwardly, her eyes as thick and clear as emerald gems, "Your voice... is so nice."

Cecil: "..."

She was at a loss for a moment. Obviously she was still unable to speak just now, why did she suddenly start complimenting her?

"Well, thank you for your affirmation, your voice is also good." How to say it is also a noble daughter who has been in the upper class for many years, she will still say the least compliment.

Hearing these words, Lannie blinked and confirmed in a slightly cheerful tone: "Cecile, are you complimenting me?"

In just a few rounds, he has evolved from a jerky pronunciation to a state where he can communicate normally. This amazing learning ability-or adaptability, surprised Cecil a little.

And he seems to like other people's praise?

Guessing like this, Cecil turned his face slightly and told him gently: "Yeah, I'm just complimenting you."

Sure enough, Lanny laughed happily upon hearing this.

He leaned forward and approached Cecil. Cecil hadn't reacted yet, he suddenly raised his hand and touched her earlobe lightly.

The cold fingers lightly touched the girl's white and soft earlobes, like electricity passing through, and there was a burst of goose bumps on the back of Cecil's neck.

She suddenly raised her eyes, her eyes full of alert: "What are you doing?"